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FCP
I don't wish to sound blasphemous......
but fuck my tall hat...I wish I could meet some of those girls.
kizzie used to be into FCP but her idea was wearing a raincoat and fishing waders. The fireman's helmet was my idea idea I might add.
I once, in the throes of an orgasm said to her, "Kiss me where I piss. Kiss me where I piss."
It took her three days to remove the toilet seat from her head......Ah well. Happy days. She's not the brightest of people........
kizzie used to be into FCP but her idea was wearing a raincoat and fishing waders. The fireman's helmet was my idea idea I might add.
I once, in the throes of an orgasm said to her, "Kiss me where I piss. Kiss me where I piss."
It took her three days to remove the toilet seat from her head......Ah well. Happy days. She's not the brightest of people........
"Sit on my face and tell me that you love me."
Wogga - when you asked me to kiss you where you pissed it was always a real dilemma, since there was never any obvious source.
So I would think laterally, and wonder if you meant the cat's arse, your aunt's handbag, or the ice making machine at the local clap clinic. Or the poster of Princess Anne that looked like a billposter's board there was so much dried jizz all over it. The bog was clearly out - since that was the only place you never pissed.
Don't be an arsehole all your life - have a day off. Sometimes I could almost agree with that twat who had a pop at you on the board recently. But he edged you into second place in the twat stakes.
Face it - you always come second. Except in the sack, when hitting the gravy stroke after 0.223475 seconds invariably leaves you coming first. But doing it with you, no one ever gets to come second, do they now?
So I would think laterally, and wonder if you meant the cat's arse, your aunt's handbag, or the ice making machine at the local clap clinic. Or the poster of Princess Anne that looked like a billposter's board there was so much dried jizz all over it. The bog was clearly out - since that was the only place you never pissed.
Don't be an arsehole all your life - have a day off. Sometimes I could almost agree with that twat who had a pop at you on the board recently. But he edged you into second place in the twat stakes.
Face it - you always come second. Except in the sack, when hitting the gravy stroke after 0.223475 seconds invariably leaves you coming first. But doing it with you, no one ever gets to come second, do they now?